The Journal of Jared Orlando Maybe I should've stayed.
10/30/2008 02:32 a.m.
Being one drink away, one wink, one blink away without the scent of alcohol or tear I only feeling peeling away of the real and a touch a tip of longing and my empty stomach gives way to such cruel realizations that I recognize as my own fuck up to wait.and wait. and wait for something long gone, or long since passed, or something I can only graze, and watch depart like a train off in smoke. off in smoke. I was only ever offered a chance of that perfect life, a piece of what one worth would experience. It felt so right then.
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